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My name is Lily Evans and I hate mud. And that is exactly where my life is now - in the mud.

Ok, so you're saying to yourself "Who is this girl and why is she bothering me?" well maybe not. Well, to start, I'll describe myself to you. I'm not normal. In fact, I'm anything but normal. I'm a 15-year-old girl with shoulder-length red hair and bright green eyes (my favorite part of my appearance. I'll explain later.) I have a normal redhead complexion (as I like to call it. Most would say I'm just pale). My friends call me Sphinx. Oh, and I'm a witch. Yes, that's right, I can turn you into a toad. But I won't. That's just not me. Though sometimes I wish it was. I'm from an all muggle (non-magical) family, so I'm a bit touchy about mud (I HATE being called a mudblood. It's just a stupid prejudice). I know you're getting tired of reading this crap, but wait. I still haven't told you why I'm a fool yet. And I don't plan to just yet. Oh come on, be patient - I'm getting there.

It all began at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is where I have studied magic for the past 6 years. I started as a first year at age 10. I was the youngest student to ever attend Hogwarts, but that doesn't make any difference. At least it doesn't now. I am naturally talented when it comes to magic, and don't really have to work to remain at the top of the school. My only real rival at the books is James Potter, a fellow 6th year, and the unofficial leader of the Marauders, the infamous group who's pranks make even Professor McGonagall shiver. But enough about Potter, he makes me angry. I am a fool, and you want to know why? Well, for one thing, it's really none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway. It's because of Potter. I pride myself on my ability to get along with anyone, whether I like them or not. Oh, I know what you're thinking - Lily just can't make friends with this James guy, but you're wrong. In fact, James was my best friend besides Catherine, before it happened. What's it? Let me explain.

1:30, Friday. Double potions with Slytherins. Enough to make even the nicest of Gryffindors irritable.

Professor Henderson, head of Slytherin and all around evil man was assigning groups for a rather complicated potion.

"Settle down, class. 10 points from Gryffindor, Jones. Shut your trap Nott." Typical of Henderson, take points off Gryffindor and just scold the Slytherins. "Today we will be brewing a rather complicated enlarging potion. I will put you in groups of three for this project, as it requires a lot of ingredients and we shall not have time to complete it in groups of two." Students started chattering again, and I knew that this could only get worse. "SILENCE" bellowed Henderson. "Nott, Black, Malfoy; Lupin, Jones, Goyle; Evans, Potter, Snape..." Henderson went on, but that's unimportant. 'Oh great..' I thought. I was stuck with the biggest rivals in all of Hogwarts as my partners. And did I mention that they were both friends of mine?
Everyone moved to their assigned tables, and I went to face my doom.

"Good afternoon Lily." Said Serverus. And as James (I was still on speaking terms with him at this point) joined us, Serverus added a lovely "Piss off, Potter" I'll never understand why they hate each other so much.

"Serverus.." I say in a warning tone. I turn to James " 'Ello James!" (Ok, so maybe I like him as a bit more than a friend, but that's besides the point. And I don't anymore.) "Hi there, Sphinxy" James greeted me. And then turned to Serverus. This is when I started to get angry. "I wish I could, Snape, but it seems Henderson is out to get me, and has assigned me to the same group as you." Here I cut in, a little less forcefully than I probably should have. "James! Serverus! Can you please try and act civil towards each other? I'm ashamed." They looked meek. "Sorry Lily." "Sorry Lils" (James never calls me Lily, but I don't know why.) They did seem sorry, but after a few minutes they reverted to throwing insults at each other.

By the end of potions, I was ready to turn someone into a frog. But I didn't. Instead, I gave James and Serverus matching black eyes (Did I mention I have a very powerful right hook?) Which would be why I have detention for the next two weeks (Henderson sent Serverus to the hospital wing and gave James a detention as well for not concentrating on the potion. Arg)

So now James won't speak to me and Serverus is making my life a living hell. In short, my world has been turned upside-down. And I've landed in the mud.

Please, please, please - just click the pretty purple button and tell me what you think?

Mucho amor,

Imaginary